A season – Ages ago
Ages ago, many a
seed had been planted.
Their blossoming
brings, being taken for granted,
never seen,
acknowledged or appreciated.
As gardeners,
sowers of, we are fated
to pay an
intolerable, unbearable price
for all, all we
experience that is not nice
for a parent to
see, to feel, believe to be,
that has come to
be a part of you and me.
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I – like the
south pole of, a magnet pushes - away ?
I – like a
distant planet without gravity – ejects ?
Is it that I repel
?, instead of attract.
Is reality ?,
for me, anything beyond abstract
and truly above
contact ?, - such a pity
to get down and
dirty, get to the nitty-gritty.
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A beam of
energy, a wave of light, a speck of dust
in the vacuum cleaner
bag of space, brought to light
within the vast
womb of our universe, have I been.
My life’s
impression being, being that speck of dust,
which, speck,
upon speck, upon speck, upon speck
of dust gathers,
accumulating upon my soul.
Dust to dust,
atom to atom, gas to gas, a planet to create
until all is to
heavy, I no longer am able to carry the weight.
The weight
become so unbearable, these shoulders
begin to droop, drop
off – back to dust, to atom, to energy,
to that vacuum cleaner
bag, to the universes womb, there ,
once again to
start it all over, back on the merry-go-round.
Maybe ?, a
lighter load ?, a brighter road ?,
a much better story
that could be told ?
What will carry
us to the next time ?
What path will
we walk next time ?
What journeys
will be ours next time ?
Maybe ?, when it
becomes next time,
and we gather,
are carried into ?,
I might impart
something of value,
a new start to
help carry them through,
after they have
been dropped off
- blown away by
the winds of times passing –
to create their
own planets, live their own lives,
their own experiences
without influencing
the gardener
with a world of negative forces,
what has seemed
a lifetime of negative energy.
B. J. “A” 2
January 19th 2003
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